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   Daniel's Accident

   Daniel sat in his seat in total silence.  He was surrounded by 28 other
eighth grade kids in Ms.  Simpson's 6th period Language Arts class.  With
his teacher out of the room to take an important phone call, the class
erupted in noise and confusion despite her threats of imposing a silent
lunch for the entire class tomorrow.  Daniel was the only kid that sat
quietly and followed her direction.  Not because he wanted to be obedient,
which he usually was, but because he was horrified.

   It had happened again!  He sat looking straight ahead and yet seeing
nothing.  The noise filled the room, but he was locked in a sensory vacuum.
He could feel his heart pounding as he moved his eyes a little to the right
to get a glimpse of the clock that proudly announced 2:33 pm in large
digital numbers.  His breathing increased as he considered his options.  In
less than two minutes the bell would ring and everyone would jump from
their seats and run for the door.  It would appear more like the building
was being evacuated due to a bomb threat than the actual fact that school
was over for the day.

   Only a few minutes ago things were ok.  Well, not really ok, but
certainly not this bad.  While Ms.  Simpson continued her droning lecture
of contrasting the early American writers with that of classic European
masters, Daniel slipped into a short but deep sleep.  With his head tilted
down he appeared to be looking at his book with great intent.  Only those
sitting near his back row seat were aware as they pointed out to each other
and snickered at his slumbering state.  As the outdated intercom blasted to
life with a message for Ms.  Simpson to receive a call, he was jolted back
to reality.  Taking only a couple of seconds to gather his senses and
realize what had happened.  He kept his head down and lifted only his eyes
to determine if he had been caught.  A quick glimpse around the room to
survey his neighbors indicated that he was once again safe.

   Just at that moment he realized the seriousness of the problem.  He felt
warm around his penis and his bottom.  He quickly knew that he peed in his
pants while asleep.  Oh God.  Not now, not here!  he thought to himself. 
What would he do?  His heart and mind were in a race to prevent major
embarrassment.  After all, boys his age, just don't do this.  Certainly not
at school!

   The bell rang and the room began to quickly empty.  This was a good
thing.  Everyone raced for the door having prepared his or her book bag as
the clock fast approached 2:35.  Daniel placed his book in his lap to cover
the dark wet spot that clearly marked his jeans and appeared to be looking
for something while his classmates escaped yet another day in public school
prison.  He was relieved that no one had noticed his childish accident.  If
they had, someone would have stood to announce his crisis to the entire
class for no reason other than a good laugh.

   As the last eighth grader filed out, he began to contemplate his own
escape.  The good thing is that this happened just before time to go home.
The bad thing is that he had to get to the bus unnoticed.  His mind was
moving in fast forward mode while his body remained paralyzed with fear. 
His concentration was quickly broken as Ms.  Simpson dashed back into the
room obviously frustrated that she had not returned before the bell rang.

   "Daniel....  are you ok", she asked.  Surprised to find anyone still in
the room.  Daniel just moved is head up slowly, but he didn't respond.  He
didn't know what to say and if he did he knew his mouth would not allow him
to speak just yet.

   Ms.  Simpson, painted a look of concern on her face as she focused more
closely on her student and she slowly made her way over to him.  She could
easily see that something was seriously wrong.  She knelt beside his desk
as she placed her hand on the backrest to steady herself.  The room was so
quiet that Daniel could even here her knees crack a little as she moved
herself to his level.

   "Honey tell me what happened" she paused as she studied the boy.  "Did
Brad and his friends do something to hurt you?" she asked with a look of
anger just considering this possibility.  Brad was one of the school jocks
that liked to prey on the smaller, weaker boys like Daniel.  In fact,
Daniel looked out of place at the crowded lunch tables.  He measured among
the shortest of the 300+ eighth grade kids.  With his small stature and
boyish features he seemed to belong at the sixth grade tables instead.  All
of his female teachers secretly referred to him as a "cutie".  His smooth
olive complexion perfectly accented his brown hair parted to one side,
which he wore stylishly reaching to his ears with bangs that jostled around
on his forehead.  The crown jewel of his little boy features include his
big brown eyes that were beginning to glisten as he began to lose the
battle to fight back tears.

   Ms.  Simpson could see he was about to break, so she placed her gentle
hand on his shoulder and moved closer to console him.  She then recognized
the scent of urine radiating from the child.  She was a little surprised
and didn't know how to respond, but only for a second or two.  When she
taught second grade a few years ago, she handled "wetting accidents"
routinely, but never in her 5 years as a middle school educator.

   "Daniel, honey....  Did you have an accident?" she asked just so that he
could acknowledge the problem without having to say it.  Daniel faintly
shook his head to answer as tears began to silently stream down his
beautiful cheeks.  At that moment, Ms.  Simpson's second grade instincts
kicked in and she sprang to action.  She quickly moved to the door and
closed it to protect from unexpected eyes.  She returned to Daniel stopping
to grab a couple of paper towels that she used to wipe the book after
removing it from his wet lap.

   She glanced up looking out the long narrow window in the door to make
sure no one was approaching, and took Daniel by the hand.  "Stand up," she
gently prodded.  Daniel didn't have a plan of his own so he went with hers
and stood beside his desk.  Ms.  Simpson tried not to focus on the large
wet stain that circled the boy's crotch and ran down the inside of his
thighs, but she could not help herself.  She felt strange treating a 13
year old like a boy of 7.

   She guided the child over to the adjoining bathroom that was a left over
from years past when the building housed an elementary class.  Now it
served as a private bathroom for those teachers lucky enough to receive
such a class, but today if prevented Daniel from being marched down the
hall in a parade of humiliation past peers and other teachers.

   "Daniel, go inside and remove your pants.  I'll be back in a few
minutes." Daniel felt horrified at the thought of removing his pants.  What
would he wear?  Where is she going?  What will she do next?  The questions
began to spin around in his head and he seemed to be inflicted with
paralysis once again.

   Time seemed to stand still until the bathroom door jumped open and
startled him.  His face burned bright red with embarrassment as he saw
Coach Jeff return with Ms.  Simpson.  Actually, he grew fond of Coach Jeff
when he had him for sixth grade Phys Ed.  Coach Jeff seemed to take an
interest in him and was quick to place a hand on his shoulder, give him a
pat on the back, and once even a slap on the butt.  Ms.  Simpson whispered
to Coach Jeff that she had asked him to remove his pants.  It was obvious
that he couldn't in his current emotional state.  Ms.  Simpson left the
bathroom and closed the door behind her.

   Coach Jeff wasted no time getting to business.  "Ok, buddy", he offered.
"Nothing to worry about.  It's just us guys now and you're gonna be just
fine." He reached down and pulled Daniel's shirt from its tucked position
in his pants.  It was clear that the urine had soaked into the bottom edge
of his light blue OLD NAVY t-shirt.  Coach rolled the bottom of his shirt
to conceal the wet spot and pulled it up above his smooth belly.  Daniel
raised his arms as his adult male hero pulled the shirt over his head and
off.  Daniel stood with his perfectly childish formed abdomen interrupted
by his cute belly button and little round tan nipples.

   Coach Jeff sat on the toilet and pulled Daniel over to properly align
the child directly in front of him.  He reached down for Daniel's left
tennis shoe that he raised in anticipation.  Coach pulled with enough force
to remove it without having to untie his laces.  He yanked the sock off
which revealed a large hole in the heel.  Daniel raised the other foot as
the process was repeated for the right side.

   Daniel stood still and quiet as Coach Jeff reached for his pants and
didn't hesitate as he unbuttoned his jeans.  Daniel had the impression that
Coach Jeff was experienced at this routine.  Then he grabbed for the
zipper, but hesitated for a moment.  Looking up and making eye contact with
Daniel, everything began to happen as if it were a movie running in slow
motion as he unzipped them.  Coach gently placed a hand on each side of
Daniels waist to grab the jeans and began to slowly pull them down.  Daniel
placed his hands on Coach's strong shoulders as he stepped out of his wet
pants.  Coach Jeff took a moment before reaching up to remove his
underwear.

   Daniel felt a strange sensation as Coach Jeff stood and paused watching
the boy react to the situation he found himself.  Just the two of them in a
private bathroom as Daniel stood wearing only his "whitie tightie" Fruit of
the Loom briefs.  Coach thought it was a little strange since all the boys
were either wearing boxers or boxer briefs.  Being a coach, he had ready
access to boys in their underwear.  Daniel felt very vulnerable at this
moment.  It wasn't enough that his teacher was helping him recover from
peeing in his pants, but now he was about to be completely stripped naked
by Coach Jeff.  The only comfort for him was that he always felt a
connection with Coach Jeff.

   As Coach reached up on each side of Daniel's hip and took the waistband
in his hands, he paused to allow Daniel to prepare himself.  Actually, it
was time for both of them to prepare.  Suddenly, Daniel could feel his
penis begin to respond.  "Oh no", he thought.  "Not now." Daniel's penis
began to stiffen as Coach slowly pulled his underwear down.  Coach could
easily see what was happening.  When the waistband reached the boy's
privates, he had to pull the underwear over his stiff little member.  Coach
Jeff's eyes remained locked onto Daniels erect 4 inches as he pulled the
underwear to the floor.

   Taking a deep breath, Coach Jeff spoke first.  "Okay, buddy.  Doesn't
that feel better?" Daniel didn't respond.  His face was once again bright
red, and the tears made their way back and began to trickle down his face.
"Don't worry about the erection son, it happens to all of us.  Don't get
embarrassed, you got a good looking dick there." Daniel didn't know how to
respond.

   Coach got up and moved to the sink.  He took a towel he brought in with
him, and ran it under the water until it was warm.  He twisted out the
excess water, and turned back to Daniel.  "Daniel, I'm going to clean you
up, because we need to get the pee off of you.  Okay?" the Coach said as he
paused for permission.  Daniel cut his eyes over and slightly shook his
head to agree.

   Coach placed the warm towel against him just below his cute little belly
button and began to wipe him off.  He moved to one side and then cleaned
the other.  "Daniel, spread your legs so that I can clean between them."
Daniel did as he was told and Coach wiped the inside of his thighs.  Daniel
placed his hands on the Coach's shoulders once again to steady himself. 
Coach Jeff wiped up his legs and began to clean the boys tight ball sack.
Daniel closed his eyes and Coach took his own sweet time rubbing the warm
towel against Daniel's erect penis.  Coach had to use his other hand to
pull the foreskin back on Daniel's uncut penis to gently clean it up.  He
rubbed up and down the shaft as Daniel's breathing became labored.

   "Turn around", Coach Jeff instructed as he spun the boy around.  He was
surprised what he found.  Daniel had several bruises in the form of slash
marks.  It was obvious that he had been severely spanked.  Probably with a
leather belt or strap.  Coach rubbed the bruises with his bare hand.  He
could tell that Daniel was sore by the way he pulled away.  Coach was
careful as he cleaned his firm round cheeks.  He then reached up to spread
the boy's butt cheeks so that he could wipe his crack.  He could see that
the child's anus was red and inflamed.  It was obvious what was going on
with Daniel.  It probably explained his accident.  Coached Jeff took the
warm towel and very carefully wiped his crack.  When he reached the anus,
Daniel winced in pain.  "You're okay sport.  I'll go slowly.  I know it
hurts", Coach offered as he continued to clean the boy with great care. 
Wiping down the back of his legs he was almost finished.

   Coach retuned to the sink and found a bottle of hand lotion.  All the
female teachers had a bottle near.  "Daniel, I need to rub some lotion on
you so that you don't get a rash.  Okay?" he asked.  Again, Daniel agreed
with a silent nod.

   Coach squeezed out a small puddle of white lotion and returned to the
boy's sweet bottom.  He rubbed his hands together and then began to rub on
his bottom.  Then he scooped up a glob of lotion from his bottom and began
working some into his crack.  Daniel gritted his teeth and moaned a bit
when he touched his anus.  "Hold on buddy.  I know it's tender, but it'll
feel better in a minute", Coach attempted to console the boy.  He continued
until the boy's anus was feeling better.

   Coach Jeff reached for more lotion and began rubbing the boy's groin
with both hands.  Daniel's penis returned to its tiny 2 inches with the
foreskin completely covering the head when the pain from the anus
overshadowed the erection.  Now that was changing.  Coach watched the penis
grow with each pulse of blood as he continued to rub around the boy's
penis.

   With the penis erect, and the boy's pee hole just peeking from the soft
foreskin covering, Coach gently pulled the skin back to reveal the head. 
Getting more lotion, he began to rub the boy's shaft and cover the head. 
"Does that feel good?" he asked.  Daniel kept his eyes closed whispered,
"Yeah".

   "You've had a bitch of a day there buddy.  Do you want me to help you
relax?" he asked.  Daniel opened his eyes in surprise and looked at his
mentor.  He wasn't surprised that a man wanted to perform sexual acts with
him, but he was surprised that Coach Jeff would.  Daniel gently nodded to
give the go ahead.  Daniel's past experiences taught him to submit to male
authority figures when it came to sexual matters.

   Coach Jeff began to rub lotion more on his small hard penis, and then
started an up and down movement.  He repositioned himself to the boy's side
and picked up where he left off.  His hands were too big for his little
dick, so he had to use his thumb and fingers.  He pumped up and down
increasing the speed as Daniel responded.  The boy's breathing increased as
he tilted his head back with his eyes closed.  As Jeff moved faster, Daniel
began to moan softly.  Coach Jeff was hoping Ms.  Simpson was not waiting
right outside the door.

   Coach Jeff had been pumping the boy steady for about two minutes. 
Daniel began to moan louder and more often.  "huh, huuuh, hhh, hhhhhhh. 
hhhhhhhhhhh, huh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh." Coach went into high gear expecting
the boy's hairless dick to shoot his cum at any moment.  Daniel was getting
close and breathing faster as he squirmed and moaned.  Jeff could feel his
own hard dick begging for attention.  He could feel the precum seeping from
his own pee hole.  It felt good, but having this boy in his hand felt
better.

   Suddenly, Daniel let out a loud moan, "OHHHH, OOOHHHHHH, UUUUHHHHHH,
UUUUHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH.  It was obvious the boy had an orgasm, but he
didn't throw any sperm.  Coach Jeff realized Daniel just experienced a dry
orgasm.  He saw that the boy had almost no hair.  In fact, it was the
smoothest dick he had seen in the eighth grade locker room ever.  Even so,
he knew Daniel was 13 and most boys were jerking off by 12 these days.

   He slowed the pumping as Daniel became supersensitive to each stroke. 
He slowed to a stop and the boy went limp.  Coach Jeff stood up and took
the boy in his arms.  He held him in an embrace for several minutes until
Ms.  Simpson knocked at the door to deliver replacement clothes.  They
managed to get a pair of gym shorts and a school t-shirt, but no underwear.
Coach opened the door enough to receive the clothes, but kept the boy
concealed.  He wandered how much she might have heard, but if she did, she
didn't say anything.  Coach dressed the boy and placed his wet clothes in a
plastic trash bag for him to take home.  Daniel felt much better about his
afternoon.  He's been cleaned up and treated very gently by his teachers.
He was still kind of in shock by what happened with Coach Jeff, but not in
a bad way.  He had a lot of respect and admiration for Coach and now he
experienced his very first orgasm.  At least the only orgasm he ever knew.

   Coach Jeff returned to the room as Daniel was putting his socks and
shoes back on.  "Let's go sport, we gotta get you home, but we need to go
to the office first", he said.  "Go to the office?  Why?" he thought to
himself.

   "Am I in trouble?" he asked.  "Oh no, buddy", Coach responded.  "We just
need to talk about some adult things".

   Coach Jeff and Ms.  Simpson escorted Daniel through the now nearly
vacant halls to the office.  Daniel was told to sit in the lobby while the
two of them went into the Assistant Principals office.  A moment later, the
school counselor, Ms.  Johnson, entered in a hurry carrying a thick file
folder under her arms.  With the office quiet with after school lulls,
Daniel attempted to listen to their muffled voices.

   He could make out most of the voices.  He listened as Coach Jeff
explained the marks on his bottom and his tender anus.  Daniel was
embarrassed to have his private parts discussed in a group of adults.  He
was beginning to think he might be in big trouble.

   He wandered if Coach Jeff would tell them he just jerked him off, but he
didn't hear such discussion.  The conversation quickly turned towards his
step dad, Steve.  Daniel wasn't very surprised that they would zero in on
him.  This was not the first time.  Everybody knew Steve was abusing the
boy, but the Children's Services Case Workers have failed to prove a case.
All it really did was piss Steve off which usually made it worst for
Daniel.

   Ms.  Johnson was first to exit the office with the others close behind.
"Daniel I called home, and spoke with your mom about your accident.  She
told me that Steve will be coming to pick you up", she said as she knelt in
front of him to talk in a lower voice.  "Now Daniel, you do realize that
you can tell me or your other teachers if some things are happening at home
that make you uncomfortable or hurt you, right?" she urged.

   "Yes ma'am", he whispered and looked around to see if others could hear
her.  "Daniel, did Steve, hurt your bottom?" she asked directly.  Daniel
just shook his head to indicate no.  "Okay, you know that you can tell me
and I will make sure you are safe, right?" she replied.  Daniel shook his
head that he understood.  Ms.  Johnson stood up and ran her hand over the
side of his face to offer a gentle touch of reassurance.  She was
disappointed that she could not rescue this lost soul.  She turned and
moved to her next pressing tasks to meet with parents of another kid.

   It seemed like forever, but after only 35 minutes, Steve appeared in the
hallway.  It was obvious to Daniel that he was pissed off.  Coach Jeff
noticed his entry and quickly moved into the lobby of the school's office
to intercept him.  His goal was to keep Steve away from Daniel and to get
Steve into the office for interrogation.  The plan seemed to go as planned,
but as Steve was ushered into the office he gave Daniel a glare designed to
communicate Steve's mood and to intimidate the boy.

   Daniel sat in the outer office listen in on as much of the conversation
as possible without looking obvious.  It was not difficult to hear Steve
because he was loud and belligerent with the members of the school staff
and a case worker from the Department of Children Services.  For 40
minutes, Steve was questioned and shouted his displeasure with the entire
process.  He maintained his innocence the entire time and offered excuses
for the strap marks on Daniel's bottom and his tender and inflamed anus. 
He said that Daniel was playing in the woods with some High School kids and
that they beat and raped him.  Ms.  Johnson left the room with the case
worked and confronted Daniel with Steve's story.  He would not provide any
details regarding Steve's story, but refused to turn Steve into the
authorities.  He was afraid that he would be placed in foster care or that
Steve would manage to get out of the situation and take revenge.  Much to
the displeasure of all the members in the office, Steve had to be released
and Daniel would have to go with him.

   Coach Jeff left the room and approached Daniel as the other members
lingered in the lobby.  He knelt down and said, "Daniel, since you can't
tell us what really happened or how you were hurt, we have to let Steve
take you home.  If anything happens, I hope you will tell us so that we can
help you.  Do we have a deal?" Daniel shook his head and stood to follow
Steve outside.  Once in Steve's old battered pickup truck he began to
buckle up his seatbelt when Steve gunned the truck and peeled out of the
parking lot of the school.

   "You really fucked up this time you little cunt!" he shouted.  "All
because you pissed in your damn pants, I get raked over the coals by those
arrogant fuckers."

   "What the hell is a boy your age doing pissin' his pants, anyway!"
Daniel responded with a slight shrug of his shoulders.  Steve continued to
drive fast and erratic.  Daniel had never seen Steve quite as mad as this.
His only salvation was that his mom and sister would be at home, and Steve
wouldn't step out of line with them around.

   Staring out the window in a daze, Daniel hadn't noticed they were not
following the usual route home.  It was obvious they weren't headed home,
and his heart began to pound faster and more noticeably.  The trucked
turned quickly into a gravel parking lot that was obviously some type of
construction site.  As it skidded to a quick stop, Steve jumped out and
slammed the door in anger.

   "Where are we?" Daniel asked with a look of great concern.

   "At my job site, you little prick!  Now get the fuck out of the truck
before I come over there and pull you by the hair on your ugly little
head."

   Daniel did as he was instructed and Steve took him by the arm to escort
him to a construction trailer.  His grip was hurting Daniel's arm, but he
was too afraid to respond.  Steve pulled him to the door and as he unlocked
the door, took a look around.  With the door opened, he stepped in and
pulled the boy behind him.  Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind
them.  As tears began to well up in Daniel's eyes he asked, "What are we
doin here?"

   "Teaching you not to fuck around with me, that's what", Steve barked. 
"But I didn't say anything about what you've done to me.....I didn't say
nothin'!" he pleaded his case.

   "Maybe not, but it ain't like they don't know what's goin on", he said.
"If you hadn't pissed in your pants none of this would have happened to
begin with.....  so I'm gonna help you remember to use the toilet next time
like all the other boys", he said with a smile on his face.

   "What are you gonna do?" Daniel asked, but he didn't receive an answer.
Steve proceeded to push a large worn sectional sofa to the corner of the
room.  In the open area, he pulled out a large plastic drop cloth used by
painters and spread it on the floor.

   "Come here!" he order Daniel as he grabbed his arm and pulled him to the
plastic cloth.  He dropped to his knees and grabbed Daniel's foot.  He had
to raise it quickly and catch himself by holding onto Steve's shoulders. 
Steve removed Daniel's shoes and socks one at a time and slung them to the
other end of the large trailer.  He stood and grabbed the boy's shirt and
yanked it over his head.  He did this so fast and forceful, that Daniel
raised his arm quickly before it was dislocated by the effort.  He tossed
the shirt and reached for the boy's borrowed pants.

   "No, Steve....  Pleeeease don't do this.  I swear I didn't say nothing.
It was an accident.  I didn't mean to wet myself at school.  Pleeeeeease
don't do nothin.  I promise I'll be good.  I swear it." Without saying a
word, Steve reached for the waist of Daniel's pants and grabbed the
waistband.  He jerked them down with such a force I caused the boy to fall
over and catch himself with his arms extended.  Steve continued to pull
them from his ankles and throw them aside.

   He stood Daniel up completely naked in a strange place.  The shock began
to wear off and Daniel could not fight the tears any longer.  He sobbed
like a baby as he stood vulnerable and helpless.

   Steve didn't say a word, but grabbed him by the arm and threw him onto
the plastic cloth.  Then his glare of rage was locked on Daniel while he
removed his own shoes, socks, shirt, and then his jeans.  As he pulled down
his boxer shorts, Daniel broke his gaze to glance at his large wide hard-on
then back to his gaze again.  Daniel shook his head no, and began to plead
"Pleeeeeeese No.  Doooon't.  Pleeeeeease.  I promise.  Pleeeease don't."

   Steve straddled the boy and grabbed his own penis.  He stood looking
down on the 13 year old boy and waited.  After a few seconds, a stream of
hot urine shot from the man's penis and he began to aim it up and down the
boy's body.  Daniel was confused and horrified.  He attempted to look down
and covered his face with his hands as the hot stream made its way to his
head.  His hair was getting soaked.  Steve reached down ad grabbed a big
hand full of hair and turned his head to face his dick.  He proceeded to
urinate on the boys face.  Daniel tightly clamped down his eyes and mouth.

   "OPEN UP!" Steve shouted.  "Open your mouth and take it!" Daniel didn't
reply.  Steve released the grip on his hair and grabbed his jaw.  He
squeezed until Daniel could no longer resist.  The boy's mouth opened and
Steve used his other hand to direct the flow of pee into his mouth.  The
taste was salty and horrible.  Daniel began to gag and Steve pushed him
back to the floor.  He finished his business by making sure every part of
the child's body was properly covered with his foul smelling deep yellow
waste.

   "Well if you're gonna piss on yourself, I don't see why I can't do it
too", Steve said with a proud smile on his face.  Then he reached over and
grabbed his wide leather belt buckle and stripped it from the belt loops of
his pants in one quick motion.  As he returned, Daniel began to beg for
mercy.

   "Oh god no....no, no, no, no....pleeeeeeease don't.  Not the belt.  I
proooomise...." SMACK!!  "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Daniel yelled as the belt
caught him across his lower back down his butt and the tops of his leg.

   Steve raised the belt high and hesitated slightly as he decided where to
strike next.  SMACK SMACK SMACK "OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWW!  Oh god, oh
god. Nooooooooo.  Noooooooooooooooooooooo."

   SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Steve railed at the boy on the
floor in rapid succession.  As Daniel squirmed around the belt struck him
on the back, butt, and legs.  He was sobbing so much that he was having
trouble catching his breath.

   He wanted to stand up in order to escape, and got up on his hands and
knees.  SMACK the belt struck him across the butt and the end of the belt
wrapped around his waist and the snapped against his testicles. 
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled and fell in a fetal
position on the floor.  SMACK SMACK SMACK Steve continued to strike the boy
until the physical exhaustion released most of his rage.

   Daniel lay on the floor sobbing.  Fresh welts were beginning to rise up
to overshadow the old marks from a couple days ago.  Unlike before, these
marks covered more than the boy's white bottom.  His lower back, butt, legs
(front and back) and groin reflected the angry man's handy work.  Steve
threw the belt down and sat on the sofa to regain his breath and to wipe
the sweat from his brow.  Then he went behind his foreman's desk and pulled
a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the desk and began to take long swallows,
stopping only to breath and allow the burning to subside a little.

   He opened another drawer and removed a bottle of lotion.  He placed a
squirt in the palm of his left hand and walked over to Daniel and dropped
down to both knees.  He grabbed the boy and flipped him over onto his
stomach.  He wiped the lotion into his crack and thrust his index finger
into his anus.  Daniel winced with pain and clinched his fist and bit down
on his lower lip.

   Steve would normally have the boy empty his bowels before such an
activity, but there was no time.  He could feel the boy's feces in his
rectum and removed his finger to reveal a brown smelly mess.  He rolled the
boy over and grabbed his wet face with one hand and forced his mouth
opened. Then he placed the nasty finger in front of Daniel's nose and mouth
and allowed the boy to smell.  "Clean my finger with your mouth", he barked
and then thrust the nasty digit into the boy's mouth.  Daniel wanted to
fight but could not resist to grip of the much stronger man.  The strong
musty smell quickly turned to a bitter foul taste in his mouth.  He wanted
to gag, but Steve had the boy's mouth closed tight around the finger as he
rotated it back and forth to get it cleaned.  He repeated the process
several times of inserting the finger into his anus and then having him
clean his finger.

   After the last foul taste waned a little, Daniel opened his eyes and
spit a small piece of his own feces from his mouth.  He noticed Steve still
on his knees with an erection.  His penis was not very long, but he made up
for it in width.  Steve moved closer to the boys head and straddled his
chest.  He grabbed the boy's head and lifted it towards his hard penis. 
Daniel noticed right away that the head was glistening and slimy.  A string
of pre-cum was dripping from his penis onto Daniel's chest.

   Steve grabbed Daniel's head and without warning thrust his penis inside.
It quickly filled the boy's mouth and he couldn't breath.  It took a few
seconds for him to realize he needed to breathe from his nose.  Steve
gripped the boy's head with both hands and he began to slide the wide penis
out to his lips and then back into the back of his throat.  Daniel gagged
when the penis was pulled away, but Steve kept going.  The bitter taste of
his own poop was now mixed with the sweet taste of pre-cum.  The slimy
texture from the two mixing almost had Daniel puking, but he was more
focused on breathing at this point.

   Steve closed is eyes and worked his penis in and out of the boy's warm
mouth with his hip.  "Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhh.  Take it.....Take it all." He
continued to pump.  "That's it you little cocksucker.  I always knew you
were a fucking queer."

   Just before Steve reached climax, he pulled his penis from the boy's
mouth and flipped him over on his belly.  He grabbed a couple of cushions
from his sofa and slid them under the plastic cloth.  Taking another large
gulp of whiskey, he then grabbed the lotion and generously covered his rock
hard penis.  He then squeezed a large amount on the boy's bottom and then
rubbed down into the kid's crack.  He pulled the boy up and placed him over
the cushions to raise up his bottom.  He spread his legs and positioned
himself on his knees behind the boy.  Leaning over, he positioned his penis
to cradle into the boy's crack and worked his up and down.

   Daniel began to cry more loudly as he prepared for the intrusion.  Of
all Steve did to him, this was what he hated the worst.  He was convinced
that the butt rape and the forced blow jobs qualified him as gay.

   Steve worked his erection up and down the boy's crack until he could not
wait any longer.  Grabbing his penis with one hand and holding the boy's
waist with the other, he directed his large mushroom top to the boy's tight
pucker hole.  He continued to push forward and back in very slight thrust.
His pee hole was exactly lined up against the boy's already sore anus and
he stopped the back and forth thrust and replaced it with a small forward
thrust.  After a couple times, he felt the boy's sphincter give way and his
head entered forbidden territory.  "OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!  TAKE IT OUT. 
PEEEEEEEEEASE TAKE IT OUT.  IT HURTS SOOOOOO BAD.  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE."

   With the penis just inserted inside the boy's anus, he quickly grabbed
the child's waist with both hands to prevent him from moving off of his
dick.  Daniel continued to raise and lower his head as his body worked to
absorb the sharp pains in his anus.  "OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW. 
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.....it hurtssss sooooooo bbbbbbbbad.  Pleeeeeease
nooooo."

   Steve figured the boy had enough time to adjust to the pain and was
beginning to stretch a little.  He restarted the slight thrusting back and
forth.  The increased wiggling by the boy indicated his discomfort.  Having
screwed several other boys in his life, Steve recognized the difficulty
boys had taking his exceptionally wide dick.  Too bad was his thoughts.  He
increased the penetration with each thrust.  After a couple of minutes he
was almost completely inserted and then he quickly jammed his dick the rest
of the way in and held tight against the boy's butt and his head instantly
raised up.  "OOOOOOWWWWWWW.  IT'S HURTING ME!  STOOOOOOOOOP...PEEEEEEASE
STOOOOOOOP." Daniel then dropped his head to the floor and cried loudly.

   Steve began to work his penis in and out go to get a rhythm going.  As
he pulled his dick, it sometimes made a slurping sound.  He would jam it
back in and hold it in place before continuing to pump the boy.  This
process continued for a few minutes as the boy continued to protest and beg
in vain.

   Steve then leaned forward and laid his heavy body of the boy's small
frame and began to raise his hip and lower to press deep into the boy's
bowels.  He could feel the heat on his penis as the boy's anus maintained a
tight grip on his dick.  He began to increase his pace gradually.  Faster
and faster.  He could here the smacking sound of his groin pounding into
his scarred ass.  Daniel had completely forgotten about the pain from the
spanking at this point.  The boy's body rocked forward and back with each
thrust and he continued to whimper but didn't say a word.

   "That's it you little cunt", Steve offered.  "You tried to fuck me over
at school and now I'm fucking you." He continued to increase the thrusting
as his breathing became a little labored.  "You're my fucking
bitch........Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeah.......take it......that's it........you're
gonna be my pussy boy for a long
time.........Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh....Oooohhhhh you bitch.......take my
dick you big baby......Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."

   Steve increased his speed and was smacking their bodies together.  He
could feel spasms beginning.  "Yeeeeaaaahhhhh.  That's iiiiiiiiit you
fucker......." Pumping at full speed, the boy's body was rocking violently
with his thrust.  Steve felt the orgasm approaching.  Faster.  Faster. 
Harder.  "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He held his breath as his cum shot into
the boy's bowels.  "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YOU BITCH!.......YOUR PUSSY
IS......OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH......GOOOOODDDD." He continued to shoot more into
the child and slow his thrusting.  He continued to thrust slowly until the
boy's anus milked him dry.

   As he pulled his erection from the boy's anus, Daniel continued a sob
softly.  Steve collapsed on his back beside Daniel and pulled the boy over
beside him.  He held the boy now wet with a mixture of sweat and urine. 
Both fell asleep.  Daniel, glad that the assault had finally ended and
Steve exhausted from all the activity.

   They woke about 45 minutes later and found the trailer cloaked in
darkness and the sun began to set.  Steve got up and looked out the window.
With no one in sight around the isolated construction site, he took the boy
outside and cleaned him off with a water hose.  He washed the sweat, urine,
and sperm from his spent body.  After cleaning himself up and getting both
of them dressed, he drove home without saying on word.

   In the middle of the night, Daniel awoke and continued to cry as he lay
in a puddle of his own urine.